After returning to his ministerial office, Cornelius Fudge collapsed heavily into the armchair behind his desk, pressed a hand to his forehead, and recalled the events of a short while ago.
His original plan to award himself the Order of Merlin, First Class, had completely fallen through half an hour ago. Aside from the few individuals he had spoken with beforehand, the vast majority of the Wizengamot members felt that he was entirely unworthy of an Order of Merlin, considering his stated justification—that he had contributed to the peace of the wizarding world—to be utterly laughable.
Dammit!
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